Showing posts with label wind. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wind. Show all posts

Wednesday, 12 February 2014

Take me away!

I've never been a big car fan. That is - I've never researched them. I've always had a relative idea of what I want to drive - if I ever bother to take the test: a yellow beetle or an old-fashioned mini. And it seems nowadays that we are bombarded with adverts on TV for certain cars.

As far as I'm concerned, unless it looks like it came from the 1980's or has an inbuilt system for churning out free, hot, freshly made pizzas and Olly Murs on tap, a car is a car.

But no advert has struck me quite like this. I go as far to say that it's my favourite advert behind the Aldi one for garden peas!



Audi Quattro. 

I think that the voice over is a work of sensual art! It's fantastic and so applicable.

The weather in England hasn't been great - take that for a surprise! But I don't overly mind. Apart from days like today that have just. Kept. Coming.

One of my favourite lines from the advert is: "When there are four seasons in just one day." I don;t know why, but in that gorgeous voice over the overhead speaker, I can't get it out of my mind.

Forever and ever, it seems that we've been having spring, summer, autumn and winter as a collective. My days function a bit like this.

I wake up and save for a thin white layer of cloud the weather looks promising. So I skip the wholly hat, thermal gloves and rain coat in favour of one cardigan, a fabric coat and a pocket umbrella. I head out and it drizzles. Then it stops. Then the wind takes over and at this point the thunderous applaud of rain decides to return creating rivers and a wet haze that sprays in every direction. Then, as I make it through the wind and rain and cold with soaking wet feet and frizzled hair, the clouds disperse, the blue sky appears and the sun blinks innocently in the sky.

Four seasons in a day - that becoming more and more frequent!!

But, though I moan, I don't mind it. The more it happens, the more I get to hear that lovely voice of the man from the Quattro advert reminding me of the days when: "it's the wrong kind of snow".

Maybe you won't even like it as much as I've said but you've got to listen! Enjoy!!





Monday, 16 September 2013

Hours spent at the top of the bus

Rain, for all the irony, can be just like fire. It can disfigure like the lick of orange flames. And coupled with the wind, it can reap havoc. But when there is a break, that relief of warm sun, that spread of blue sky, it is all that can be desired.

My favourite bus route is the Number 8 to Sandown. Sitting atop the double decker on a perfect and crisp afternoon, your vision stretches across dales, across yellow pasture and across scuzzy trees leeching the landscape like moss. As of yet, my eyes know no greater beauty than the untouched wilderness of the rural Isle of Wight.
 It's been a wonder, a chance to marvel the English countryside in the dilapidated summer. Though the warmth of the bright sunshine can fool no one, it casts a beautiful sheen over the hills. It's a wonderful sight. I've been getting about the Island lately by bus. It's pretty cheap and roaming the area is a lovely way to spend a few hours!


I always say that when an English summer is like this, there is no place I'd rather be and this stands, somewhat, today. Though I've seen more of the world now than when I made that first statement, it does still hold true. There are a few places I would love to be right now but that's not to say that leaving England wouldn't bring pain. The scenery is absolutely BEAUTIFUL and I get myself so lost in the picturesque. All I long for is to be out in it; to eat sandwiches in an isolated field, to rear sheep and turn out horses. Seeing life from the top of the bus, I long to keep rabbits and walk my dog, to pick shells from a shingle beach and to read with the sting of wind on my face.


That tranquility is outstanding. I've been really blessed and I know it's such a cliche; all everyone in England seems to talk about is the weather. But when everything's going a little bit downhill, the continuance of the weather and it's temperamental nature can fill those awkward gaps and take your mind off a few things.


I'm ever so lucky to have this break; to have the ability to move from scene to scene, country to country watching the world from a different perspective because it true; the weather does direct perception. It does so in such a way that, if this gorgeous sun continues, I'll soon be proclaiming England - rightly and wrongly - to be the greatest country on this Earth! :D